"Oh? So that's what you think, fellow Daoist?"
Seeing that Yang Lingshu had stopped making any attempt to hide his intentions and had begun gathering power for an attack, the burly Demon Child bared a savage grin. "Perfect. There's still room around my waist anyway. Later, remember to tell me which ones are old acquaintances of yours, so I can tie you together. Consider it a reunion of old friends!"
Boom!
The moment his words fell, his flesh violently rippled. His body bent into an extremely twisted shape before suddenly launching forward.
Ferocious, overwhelming force scattered in all directions with his high-speed movement, instantly crushing several mountains beneath him.
The force technique this man cultivated was not the Earthly Baleful body-tempering art most common in the demon lands, but a more condensed path resembling that of traditional righteous-path body cultivators.
That meant that, at the same cultivation and attainments, he possessed not only tremendous physical strength, but also agility and flexibility. He was undoubtedly the strongest opponent Yang Lingshu had encountered since beginning his cultivation.
Fortunately, this Yang Clan cultivator of the Ling generation was no easy prey either.
From the very moment he sensed the Demon Child's aura, Yang Lingshu had already known what path the other cultivated.
That was why he had deliberately revealed such intense killing intent earlier—to make the other believe that rage had gone to his head and that he intended to confront him head-on.
In truth, the Dao art he had activated was not a killing technique at all, but an escape art involving a substitute body, derived from combining the Rootless Water Technique with the Mayfly Phantom Clone Art.
Who was Yang Lingshu? He was a prodigy who had pretended to be a fool in the Yang Clan for seven or eight years,